Talks on a Bus

A rugged middle-aged gentleman turns to me and says abruptly, “I’m from Arkansas!”

“Good!” I respond, not sure what is expected of me.

“I’ve been driving my car for 20 years in my own state and everything was fine. Then I come into this mess of a state and have my license taken away because I didn’t have a seat belt on. What do they care if I have my seat belt on? It’s mine to do what I want with it, right? And now I have to go to court to get the license back.”

“I wish you the best of luck,” I say.

The bus approaches the campus.

“So what’s this place here?” the man from Arkansas asks.

“It’s a university,” I explain.

The man looks puzzled.

“A what? Is that like a college or something?”

“Yes, it’s like a college,” the bus driver chimes in. “By the way, young lady, it seems to be taking you longer than you hoped, isn’t it?”

“Excuse me?” I ask.

“Well, I’ve been driving you to college for a few years now. When will you be graduating?”

“I’m not a student,” I say. “I’m a professor.”

“I did had a seat belt on,” the Arkansas man says after a pause. “It was one of those old ones that you have across the lap, so the police didn’t notice it.”

9 thoughts on “Talks on a Bus

  1. All sizes and shapes
    All colours and shades
    Where do they go
    What do they know
    All this on a bus, you know. 😉

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  2. Funny. Professors don’t take the bus very often, so I understand why the bus driver said that.

    Personally, I have no problem at all with those who don’t use seatbelts. This is his problem.

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